I recently had the opportunity to sit down for lunch with two friends: an investment banker and a business consultant. In other words: I recently had the opportunity to waste an hour of my life discussing credit card rewards and airline miles.
So I'm on Facebook the other day, browsing through pictures of people I went to high school with in order to make sure they aren't happier than me, and I get a notification from somebody I barely know. I'll call her "Sarah," because that's her name.
I recently sat down for lunch with an old friend. It was going well, and we were having a great time, laughing and catching up, until the discussion turned to music. That's when she released the kind of fury that you really only see in those old John McEnroe tennis videos, where the ball bounces out, and the judge…